Posted by Commander Mason Black (Executive Officer) in Taking a Break

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Paris Carisi (Chief of Security) in Taking a Break

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Paris Carisi (Chief of Security) in Taking a Break
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It was late, the evening shifts had ended and Mason knew that Paris would have been back in her quarters for little less than half an hour after her shift. Tonight, he knew she had left on time because one NE Snoopy had done exactly as instructed, comm’d Mason when she had left shift.

It would have been just enough time for her to shower, unless she was taking one of her famous Long Showers that stressed the Replicator systems almost to breaking point with excess water, however Mason was pretty sure he could handle that, if needed. Moving up to her door, he was dressed in civilian clothing that was casual yet rather tidy, as if he was going out for the night. Lately, he knew Paris had been working hard, and the two of them hadn’t had much chance to catch up around shifts and work created from the events on the Ferengi home world. Tonight, Mason was going to change that.

Coming up to her door, Mason was generally allowed to just enter. She had after all given him her access so he could come and go as he liked, and while his quarters were more spacious, from time to time the two of them did enjoy spending the night at hers for a change of scenery. Reaching out he opened the door with a small grin, and it slid open easily as he looked left and right quickly, then stepped inside to let it close behind him. “Hey Gorgeous” he called out softly, “are we decent?”

Lt Cmdr Black
XO

“Mason,” Paris said staring at him with an expression one mostly wore when they were caught in compromising positions with someone other than their significant other. Quickly turning around, Paris scrunched up her face and began to utter a string of silent curses that would have made any sailor proud. Thinking Mason had a few more hours left on his shift, Paris took the time to self-spa. She had soaked in the bath long enough for not only her finger to prune but also to require a second round of hot water. After emerging from her soak, Paris had donned a comfy bathrobe and her favorite bunny slippers. Wrapping her hair in a deep conditioner and applied a thick glob of facial, she had just decided to get a cup of coffee and search Bang for the latest round of epic fails. What she had not planned on was the guy she was trying to schmooze to be in her living room.

“So how ya doing? We did not have a date.....did we,” she tried to keep her voice upbeat as she cringed waiting for his answer.

Lt, Commander Paris Carisi, COS

“Well, I was thinking of heading to the charcoal mud pools of Goopy VI, but it looks like you already made it there before me” he teased her as he moved around to get a better look at the creature with the voice of his girlfriend. Looking at her a moment he sat on the arm of the sofa and leaned closer to her, “You know, I was kinda hoping for a Last Tango in Paris kinda moment, but I think it’s refreshing that our Chief of Security is a little more Harry Henderson with your mud face and slaughtered animal slippers. Wait, is that my bathrobe?”

Cmdr Mason Black, XO

“Harry and the Hendersons,” Paris looked at him crossly with her hands on he hips. “I do all of this to look pretty for you and I get Goopy VI comments,” she huffed and looked anywhere but in his direction. Turning back to face him, Paris narrowed her eyes and glared at him. “You wanna know something Mr. Black,” she took a step closer to him with her eyes full of anger. “You had better get used to this.”

Not giving Mason a chance to react, Paris dove at him sitting on the edge of the couch forcing him backward with her on top of him. She then proceeded to rub her face all over his slathering him with kisses. Large streaks of her facial now smeared his cheeks, chin, and neck.

“Oh my god” Mason said, feigning horror at the attack and cringing as he felt the facial smear over him. “I’ve been Slimed. Wait, is that strawberry?” He asked and wiped some of the offending smear from his cheek, sniffing it. “I love strawberry” he stated as he wiped his finger on the tip of Paris’ nose where some had rubbed off.

Laughing, she pulled the towel from her head letting the hair fall in wet clumps over her shoulders and down her back. “Everyone knows that when you smile and crack one of these masks,” she swirled her face with a pointed finger, “you get wrinkles so the only thing you can do to make it up to me is to stay with me forever.” For a brief second, she stopped the pretend pout and pressed her lips to his. She loved kissing Mason. She could do it for hours. It felt natural and like they had been together for years. After breaking the kiss she laid her head on his chest transferring more of the facial to his uniform as she got comfortable in his arms.

“If staying with you forever is my punishment, I’m going to make you laugh every time I see you wearing one of these things” he told her, and held her closer to him, his arms not letting her wriggle out even if she wanted to. “Was there ever any doubt this is exactly where I want to be?”

“I am glad you did come home when you did,” she said letting out a long relaxed sigh as she tightened her hug around his body. “I just got word that I have to go to Beltran II. The away team leaves in two hours. Not enough time for fun but enough for a snuggle and maybe a quick shower. I got the shower over without you unfortunately and unless I want the away team comming my butt off the snuggle is over too now,” she let out a deep sigh huff and slowly pushed up until she was sitting on him and no longer laying down. Adjusting his robe she began to finger comb her wet hair as she looked at him with the thin layer of black facial mud covering his face. Even with it, Mason was still the most handsome man she had ever seen. “I should be back in a couple of days. Maybe we can pick up where we left off but without the goop,” she winked wiping a spot off of his cheek with her thumb.

Lt. Commander Paris Carisi, CoS

“Oh when we are back we so have to pick up where we leave off, I mean, this spot right here” he told her and moved his hands gently along her thighs to her waist, “is one of my favourites.” He grinned at her with mischief. “What do you think? Do you think I can pass this stuff off as ninja camouflage before we leave or should I shower first?”

Cmdr Black, XO

“We could shower first,” Paris said biting her lip and waggling her eyes. Leaning over she kissed him softly. She tried to control it. Not let it get too passionate for the sole reason that they were due in the hangar bay in less than forty-five minutes. It would not look good for either of them to be sprinting to the location hand in hand. Still, Paris’ mind went fuzzy as her lips continued to be pressed to his and Mason’s hands moved to the small of her back.

Exactly forty minutes later Paris was scowling at Mason. “I told you we did not have time for all that,” she slightly scolded her boyfriend as she tucked in her shirt. It was not that she hadn’t immensely enjoyed herself. It was more that Paris did not want to be red-faced when they strode in together. It was not a secret the two were a hot and heavy couple off duty and as senior officers, they were never off duty so times like this did occur. “So I am going to take the right corridor down. You take the left,” she said holstering her phaser and moving to the door. “Oh but,” she stopped abruptly and turned back to Mason, “You give me a fifty count before you leave the room.”

Paris held up a hand forestalling the complaints she guessed would start pouring from Black’s mouth.

“You are the XO and are late doing XO things. No one will say a word. I, however, am a lowly department head and they will just assume I was with you and that is why we are late so the separate paths and fifty count will randomize it. Rising on her tiptoes, Paris gave him a quick peck. “Remember fifty,” she said before disappearing through the door.

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Victus I

Two hours later, the shuttle began its descent to the surface of the planet. It was not a desert world but it was on the warmer side as climates went. There were no lush forests or oceans. In fact, the only speckles of green came from along the edges of the three great rivers cutting a path through the dry red surface. Several mountains dotted the terrain with white capped peaks but the general impression was this mission was going to be a hot one. “Why anyone would think this could be a viable colony is beyond me,” Paris remarked looking out the window of the shuttle.

Lt. Commander Paris Carisi, CoS